The smiles beaming from faces all around, people meeting from far and wide, families reunited after years apart. All of these sights warm my heart. The heart that is impossible to warm.

I sit here day in day out, imagining what it would be like to have people who care so much: people who can’t wait to see you, people who make the effort to come and meet you. That is just a foreign concept to me, love. I have never been on the receiving end of it, always giving or watching from a distance, as I am now. I missed my one true chance at love, watching the togetherness of these people indents my regret deeper and deeper into my already frozen heart.

I was foolish back then, I took things for granted, things which I should have cherished. I let her go, I chose something unbearable over her. But the past is in the past, I already dwell on it enough. I cant avoid it, I cant fight it, I just have to accept it.

So here I am, watching the manifestations of love, and life, and all things good. Next time you think of love, dont think of physical affection, think about the arrivals gate at an airport, where true love is really shown.

- Cal :)